The Prince of Lordaeron bravely enters Azeroth

The black grass standing proudly on the ground was suddenly overwhelmed by waves of invisible air and was forced to lower its proud stems. Some of its waists were even broken by the waves as sharp as sickles.

"Drink ah ah ah!"

"Uh ah ah!"

Standing upright on a slowly sinking patch of land, the silver-armored human raised his sword to block the black-armored Drust's leaping axe blow, then struggled upward, trying to chop the enemy in front of him away in the duel of strength.

"Alexander, what can you guys do?"

Using the force to leap back, Alarak took advantage of the moment when Alexander put away his sword and picked up the axe again to charge towards Alexander.

Holding the sword to block the axe blow again, Alexander said, "Don't talk big, Alarak."

"You have tens of thousands of troops, but you can't do anything to a handful of us."

With a sneer, Alarak said, "Sebastrude Waycrest, your son, your support."

"His archery skills are strong, but he has been defeated by us before. You won't be able to hold out for long."

With a cold snort, Alexander said, "Wait until you Drust can catch him before you talk big, you rubbish."

"Waste, you are waste, Alexander Waycrest!"

No matter how angry Alarak was, he was once again defeated by Alexander, and a gap appeared on the axe blade in his hand again.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Alexander turned around with his sword in hand, swung out several sword energies, and slashed at the black silk thread behind Alarak.

Unfortunately, Alarak stretched out his hand and shot out several black balls, catching Alexander's sword energy and protecting the source of power behind him.

Thousands of Drust souls, five hundred meters behind Alarak, transferred the power of death in their bodies to their general.

If Alexander had no support from the battle formation, he would have countless ways to kill this guy who barked like a vicious dog.

Bang! Alarak chopped at Alexander's head with his axe, trying to stop him from moving forward, but Alexander suddenly tilted his body, ready to pierce Alarak's soul.

However, Alarak, who was tall and holding a large axe, moved quickly and blocked Alexander's attack with a slight turn of the axe handle.

"Alarak, do you have the guts to fight me fair and square?"

"Haha, Alexander, your descendants will shoot arrows at my compatriots."

"An honest fight requires mutual respect, but you don't have the ability to make them stop."

With an axe, Alarak smashed the arrows that were shot from nowhere, and crushed the vines under his feet and said, "You are unkind, so how can you blame us for being unjust?"

"On the battlefield, the only thing that matters is the result. As for guys like you who jump around, I'm going to kill you right now!"

Condensing a silver light to force Alarak back, Alexander shattered the death spell coming from afar and said, "The result? Your result is to accept death again."

The silver sword and the black axe collided several times, and the two undead were once again caught in a fight in which no one was stronger. The long-range attacks from both sides were blocked by the two one by one.

Alexander and the elements standing in front of the narrow defense line were like an unbreakable wall, and they took on the repressive attacks from the Drust Undead Army in the distance.

Behind the line of defense where two legends were fighting fiercely, Everly carried back a wounded Thorntalker. The wounded man looked pale, with scars on his chest that were corroded by the breath of death.

He placed the wounded man, who was gritting his teeth in silence, in front of a tree... a tree man who was almost as tall as him.

Watching the tree people healing their injured compatriots, Everly gained a new understanding of the druid's transfiguration.

There are some trees on the battlefield that cannot be cut down indiscriminately and need to be protected. The warrior who transforms into a tree man is a doctor with stronger healing ability.

Seeing that the injured Thornspeaker looked much better, Avery asked the captain: "Arthur, should we give up this line of defense?"

"It's almost time. It's time for us to go to the second line of defense. The underground passage is ready."

In response, Arthur shook his head and said, "Everly, Jaina has already reunited with Lucia and the others."

"They are on a nearby high mountain, helping us to consume the troops coming to reinforce Drust."

Drawing his longbow and shooting an arrow, Arthur said, "We need to hold on for a while. Now it's up to Jaina to arrange our departure."

"With the help of the new elemental troops, our pressure has been relieved a lot."

After receiving the new information, Everly was cheered up. He picked up a wooden shield blessed by the Thornspeaker and turned to go to the defense line to continue his duties.

For a druid who is versatile in all aspects, Everly once again felt the pain of a warrior, as his armor was severely damaged and could not be replaced at any time.

"Damn ghost, get out of here!"

The one who charged forward shouting was Everly. He used his shield to pierce the Drust soul that rushed to the defense line, and then punched the soul's head with the power of anger.

He clenched his fist into a palm, drew the long sword from his waist, raised the sword to chop off the head of the newly arrived Drust ghost, and raised his shield to guard the natural defense line at the foot of the vine black stone mountain.

On the other side, in the temporary camp where the souls of the Drust ghosts gathered, General Schulin of Drust held an arrow and stared at the floating battlefield map on the ground, thinking.

Based on his men's findings, he was studying where Sebastiandre's archer camp was, and exactly on which hilltop or hillside among the surrounding mountains it was located.

The first time they encountered Sebastrude's silent archery, they found him quickly... but now the Drust wizard couldn't find any trace of him.

The enemies he faced this time not only had high overall quality, but also had a plan in advance. He knew the loopholes in their spells and had developed relevant plans against them, the Drust.

This situation made Sebastian Drust feel like a fish in water. Drust was unable to track the arrows shot from all directions and determine the location of the archer camp.

Faced with the special situation, Schuyling had to divide his troops to search the surrounding mountains one by one while suppressing Arthur's team and reporting the situation here... The wizards of Drust still haven't found any trace of the Archer Camp until now.

Waving his hand and tapping the battlefield topographic map, Schulin looked at the hilltops that suddenly turned black and said, "Taftuk, what is the enemy's current situation?"

Hearing the general's question, Tavtuk said, "General, up to now, the number of enemies stationed here should not exceed one hundred."

"However, the elements they summoned are abnormal. They can be replenished every once in a while."

"The dispelling spells our wizards cast on them had no effect. We were unable to drive them back to the elemental plane. We could only destroy them by force."

Noticing the blackened hilltops, Tavtuk said quickly, "According to the information sent by the scouts, the number of enemies who killed our troops on the high ground is estimated to be only eleven."

"This group is led by Sebastrude Waycrest, and they are all using his silent archery skills... It will take some time to estimate the barrier that conceals their position."

"The rest of our compatriots who came to support us have already taken the safe route calculated by the wizards and are coming here one after another."

"According to the accounts of our compatriots who have come here safely, this despicable sneak attack by the enemy will not last long."

After hearing what his deputy said, Schulin waved his hand again, and only three black hills remained on the battlefield map.

Since there were no attacks from other enemies along the new reinforcement route, several suspicious hilltops were eliminated by Schuyler.

After doing this, Schuylin again asked his adjutant: "Do you think Alexander will retreat?"

Hearing this, Tavtuk said, "General, considering the hatred between him and us, he may not retreat."

"However, he does not seem to be the leader of this enemy. The prison where we held the opponents was breached by Orfa and his men."

"If they want to rely on the power of weak opponents, they may make a desperate move against our leader."

Before Taftuk could continue, Schulin said, "Mordecai is dead, Augustus betrayed us... The enemy who broke into Thros this time must want to completely destroy us."

Pointing to a gate, Schuyling said, "If the Waycrest father and son hanging there can recover their strength, how can those enemies who oppose the Drust not recover their strength?"

"Some of our communication and surveying methods have been mastered by the enemy over the years, over the past millenniums... they may have also been secretly watching us."

"Based on the situation we are facing now, all our strategies to deal with them have failed. We are just short of a large force to encircle and suppress Alexander and his son, and we are temporarily in a stalemate with them."

Wiping off the blackened hilltop, Sqiulin said, "It is meaningless to keep chasing the location of Sebastiro's team. Our enemies just want to delay time."

"Reckless Alarak, he was right about one thing at least. The enemy must want to retreat, retreat to the trap they set for us."

After a pause, Schuylin began to redefine the defense of the camp. He suddenly said, "Taftuk, let the soldiers who are searching for Sebastrude come back."

"After you have done all this, you will lead 10,000 soldiers to investigate the situation at Death's Gate. Report to me immediately if you find anything unusual."

"We need to conserve our strength to prevent them from defeating us one by one... Our leader... Their efficiency is far beyond our imagination."

After receiving the new order, Taftuk squatted down and said, "For Drust, General Schulin, I will complete the mission."

As he stood up and prepared to leave, Sqiulin said to Taftuk: "Brother, don't be impulsive because of hatred."

"Never underestimate any enemy you encounter, and always remember to be ready to evacuate in case of special circumstances."

"We have sacrificed too much to get this information, and we have more and more troops coming here."

"The moment that will determine the fate of our Drust is approaching. We need to be extremely cautious with every step we take now."

Turning silently, Taftuk strode out of the wide "tent" covered by the barrier and led a team of Drust ghosts to complete the task assigned by General Schulin.

In less than a moment, Schulin raised his hand to disperse the battlefield topographic map and said to himself, "I really hope my guess is wrong."

"Augustus, maybe they shouldn't have helped you in the first place. You betrayed Drust after all."

"It's really funny. You, who used to be the biggest supporter of Gorak Tul, have become the leader of his opponents."

Shaking his head and taking two steps forward, Sqiulin put his hands behind his back and looked up at the hill that he had always been suspicious of and had the strongest suspicion of.

He had led his troops to that place before, but found nothing. There was no breath of living people, no breath of nature, and no trace of any enemy.

Now, thinking about what he had just guessed, Schuyling became even more curious about the place... but when he thought of Mordecai's death, he suppressed his curiosity.

He couldn't see the enemy's overall deployment, so he could only take one step at a time and arrange new tactics according to the situation... He was still full of hope that Drust would not fail.

On the hill that Sqiulin suspected... on the hill next to it, Sebastiro already had the urge to break the neck of the apprentice in front of him... the rotten tree trunk.

Because of Arthas's special brain power, Sebastiandre recalled the days when he ate vegetarian food in the past. At that time, he loved vegetarian food so much that he could even cook it in various ways.

Restraining the impulse in his heart, Sebastiro said: "Kid, you may not be suitable to be a shooter."

Knowing that he was not suitable for this kind of "general" teaching, Arthas asked: "Mr. Sharpshooter, do you have a quick method?"

Before Sebastiro could come back to his senses, Arthas continued, "As long as you gather tremendous strength, you can shoot..."

Handing the rice bow to its original owner, Sebastrude turned and left the narrow instruction area without a single thought.

Suddenly thinking of something, the ancestor mentor stopped and said, "You have your own way to go, child."

After a while, Sebastiro seemed to have seen something and spoke again: "You should know yourself. Not all methods are suitable for you."

"You may be a somewhat complicated knight now, but you need to make changes urgently, otherwise you will suffer unnecessary misfortune."

When he heard someone indirectly scolding him, Arthas remembered Uther's teachings and decided not to get angry with his ancestor who lived thousands of years ago.

But when he thought about the dilemma of his archery and magic skills, he decided to study hard... Once some things are forced into your brain, it is not easy for the brain to accept new things.

Feeling that his brain power was insufficient, Arthas said, "Jaina, show me the previous book."

At this time, Jaina came to Arthas and did not respond to this question.

She just wanted to pull out his shell parts and get a good look at what he was thinking.

If she can't understand, can't teach, and can't learn, what else can she expect from him?

She took out various medicines, knocked once, fed once, and had to use all her strength.

Seeing what the two did, the "elite" shooters in the shooter camp silently expressed their respect in their hearts.

We all understand your good intentions, but pulling out the head is not enough, you are forcing others to drink something they don't want to drink.

What made Jaina regretful was that the Crown of Domination was like a thorn in her side, with its joints welded shut and unable to loosen even a little bit.

Unable to pull it out, Jaina panted and said, "Do you understand? You just can't learn it."

Grabbing the condescending woman floating in front of him, Arthas swallowed the green liquid and said, "You couldn't learn it before, but you can now."

"Look at what you've done. The recoil is quite large, but the effect is really good."

"Just a little bit of medication. I don't need any distraction. I will recover as quickly as possible."

Hearing this, the archers nodded and watched Arthas snatch the thing from Jaina's hand, raise his head and drink it, gulp gulp...

With such an obvious special color, there is no particular pain when feeding quietly, but once it is finished in one gulp, Arthas's face will be extremely bitter.

Holding up the unconvinced little face and swinging her in the air, Arthas said: "I will show you what a true marksman is."

"Jaina Proudmoore, I now..."

Grasping the man's arms, Jaina pulled them down and said, "Arthas Menethil, would you please go down there?"

This fool doesn't know how to appreciate kindness and only bullies her.

"I'm here, but your wild power is needed on the other side."

Seeing a familiar door appear in front of him, Arthas didn't say much, but just glanced at the woman who was working in vain.

He kept pressing down on his helmet with both hands to ensure that his head would not fall off due to special circumstances, while slowly walking into the portal.

Sometimes, when you want to put something into your head, you can’t use too much force. You almost feel dizzy, but your mind becomes clearer.

The unexpected enhancement came so suddenly that Arthas just wanted to roar. He had forced too much into his stomach and his chest was stuffy.

"It seems that I came just in time."

With one hand, Arthas turned the rice bow into a rice halberd, changed his slow pace into a quick step, exhaled colorful breath from his mouth, and joined the battlefield as if drunk.

At this time, the nourishing mineral water that originally came out of the ground in his body had turned into a heavy rain from the sky, and his recovery speed was far beyond normal.

"Don't look at me... I'm very strong."

He spun the halberd around his waist, producing scattered holy light. Arthas spewed blue gas from his mouth and swung his halberd to sweep away the Drust souls on the battlefield.

The blow swung from the Dark King's hand, carrying an immeasurable holy light, pierced the deflated balloon.

Now, Arthas, who is known as..., stands alone in the center of a special checkpoint with a halberd in his hand, and begins to collect the necessary tolls from many dead souls.